Make Me Crave. Katee Robert
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with him still inside her. He kissed the back of her neck and palmed her breasts. “Morning.”
“Mmm. And a good one at that.” She still hadn’t opened her eyes, but as one of his hands trailed down to her clit, she laughed hoarsely. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only with you.” He kept up those slow kisses to the nape of her neck. “You make me crazy. I just came and I want you again already.” He cupped her pussy, the possessive move making her moan.
But then she opened her eyes and realized how light it was outside. Allie froze. “What time is it?” If Becka woke up and realized she’d never come back last night, she’d be worried. Allie was reliable and dependable, and she most certainly didn’t stay out all night while having amazing sex with a stranger. As beyond amazing as it’d been, she hadn’t stopped to consider that her friend might think she was hurt or that something bad had happened.
He picked up on her tension and removed his hand. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to go.” She rolled out of his arms, her body crying out at the loss of warmth, but if Becka wasn’t already awake, Allie had to make sure she got back to the villa before that happened. If she was, then Allie had some explaining to do.
Either way, she couldn’t stay there.
He sat up and watched her scramble for her dress, a frown marring his handsome face. “I know we joked about it being a one-night stand, but that doesn’t mean you have to bolt the second the sun comes up. I thought we could have breakfast before you left.”
It sounded just as wonderful and perfect as things had been since she’d taken his hand and embarked on this wild adventure.
Unfortunately, reality was calling—or as close to reality as a person got on West Island.
But she didn’t like the look on his face—as if she’d somehow hurt him—so she paused. “I would love that, but my friend is back at our villa, and if she wakes up and finds me gone, she’s going to think that I walked off the path and broke my leg or something and sound the alarm. I don’t have an easy way to get ahold of her, so I have to go make sure she’s not forming a search party.”
His frown cleared. “I understand.” He got out of bed and pulled on his shorts. “I’ll give you a ride back.”
She started to tell him she didn’t need that, but the truth was she did. It was one thing to take his cart because she’d changed her mind about being with him and didn’t want to walk the paths alone at night. It was another to want to skip a potentially awkward morning-after conversation. She was an adult. She could handle it.
She hoped. “Thanks. That would be helpful.”
He threw on his shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it. It gave him the look of a... She didn’t even know, but she liked it. A lot. Down, girl. She found her shoes and followed him out to the golf cart.
Allie was so tense as she sat next to him, she was surprised she didn’t jostle right out of the seat when he put the cart into gear, but he reached over and took her hand, interlacing their fingers as if they held hands all the time. She relaxed, muscle by muscle, but her nerves didn’t calm. “I don’t do that normally—any of it.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He squeezed her hand. “I had a good time last night.”
“Me...too.” She studied his profile. Adonis, indeed. “A really good time.”
He shot her a look as he took a turn onto a path marked with her villa number. “I’m in danger of being pushy, but I’d like to have a repeat—or several. I’m here on business, but my nights are yours if you’re interested.”
Her breath caught in her throat, though she couldn’t say why. To spend her days with Becka doing all the activities they had planned and her nights with her Adonis... That truly would be paradise. She licked her lips. “I...I’d like that.”
He grinned and pulled to a stop where the cart path ended and the walking path began. “In that case, would you gift a poor man with your name? You’ll always be Aphrodite to me, but I’d like to know the true identity of the woman I plan to have coming countless times in the next few days.”
She blushed and then called herself an idiot for blushing. “I’m Allie.”
He went so still, he might as well have turned into a statue. Those hazel eyes focused on her with unsettling intensity. “Allie? Allie Landers?”
She jerked her hand back, her heart beating for a reason that had nothing to do with desire. “How do you know my last name?”
He laughed, but not like anything was funny. “This is so fucked.”
“What are you talking about?”
Gone was the devilishly charming Adonis who’d seduced her with little effort last night, replaced by a cold man she didn’t recognize. “Roman Bassani.”
She knew that name. She knew that name. Allie scrambled out of the cart and took several steps back, though he made no move to touch her again. “The guy who keeps hounding me? What the hell are you doing here?”
His smile was as cold as any she’d seen. “I’m here to convince you to sell your business.”
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